Chapter 467 – Part 2 4. Into the Corruption (6)
Part 2 4. Into the Corruption (6)
Unable to overcome his dirty desire, Jun-hyung entered Hee-joo’s room again. Sneaking in quietly, he really didn’t make a sound at all. Those smooth movements that remind you of special agents or ninjas. If the purpose had been fine, someone might have been able to say that it was cool.
His mother, who had turned to face the wall last time, was lying on the opposite side this time, facing her son, who had come to the side of the bed before he knew it. A quiet little breath. Hearing that, Junhyung stood still and looked at Heejoo’s face.
The face shining in the moonlight is so beautiful. He never knew No, I knew. But he didn’t realize how beautiful he was. All kinds of beauties gathered around him, but if I had to choose the most “Beautiful” Person among them, wouldn’t it be my mother? That’s why Heejoo’s beauty was perfect.
Unknowingly, he reached out his hand and tried to stroke his face, but Junhyung barely managed to stop himself. No matter how much my mother was the type to fall asleep deeply, it was obvious that she would wake up if she did. You shouldn’t do stupid things like that.
Junhyung now decided to admit his lust. He admitted, accepted, and chose to hide it as best he could. After all, what would be a big problem if it boils only inside oneself and does not express it? Even the people you meet on the way to school every morning will have ugly desires that you can’t tell others about. Someone wants to stab their boss with a knife, and someone wants to steal a luxury bag that the wife next door is proud of. When I see a guy who has nothing better than me doing well, I hope that the house will catch fire, and the moment the cigarette smoke of someone smoking on the street touches my face, I wish that guy gets hit by a car and dies.
But does not express don’t show it outwardly Nobody knows, and society runs smoothly. Isn’t that what happened? In reality nothing happened. The street-bread man will go back to work, and the boss he wants to kill can again enter the house where his family awaits. The boss’s wife greets the lady next door with a smile, and no one’s house is on fire. Then it happened. The world is still safe.
No matter how dirty his desires are, no matter how ugly he dyes his soul, no problem arises. Her mother doesn’t wake up, she doesn’t know what she’s done, and her filthy lust is relieved. I’m not brazen enough to say it’s a win-win, but wouldn’t it be enough to commit a crime without a victim?
He stretches one hand down into his panties and the other over the mother’s body as she lies in her bed. After pausing her hand as it approached her body, she waved it in front of her face just in case. There is no slight movement. The eyelids do not even flinch. Only the breath exhaled from the colored nose comes and touches the palm.
I raise her hand slightly again and hesitate about where to go. In my mind, I want to touch her breasts, which are leaning to the side, and whose size can be guessed even over a loose T-shirt, but it’s too risky to do so out of the blue. If, and only if, the contact wakes the mother up, she has to go where she has an excuse. In case of emergency, the ambassador has already been prepared. She came out to get some water, but her mother was talking in her sleep. She grunted and seemed to be struggling with something, so she entered her room. Her body looked uncomfortable, so I tried to lay her down more comfortably. Isn’t this pretty natural?
But if you’re massaging her breasts, the excuse won’t work. It could be done by quickly removing her arm in a daze, but rather than going in there anyway, I decided to figure out the situation and move in order, following the procedure. Junhyung put his hand on Heeju’s shoulder first. It feels like a thin t-shirt. I can even feel his shoulders rise and fall slightly with each breath. Warm body temperature, the feel of soft clothes. Her mother’s sleep is stable.
At the end of the short sleeve, go to the forearm, where the white skin begins to show. Soft skin, when you put your hand on it, excitement that is hard to say anything covers your whole body. The blood rushes to the thing he was kneading with his hands, making it hard, but not yet. I’m not here to end this day with such obscurity.
There is a target above the elbow and well below the chin. It is placed comfortably as gravity guides it, as there are no strings or frames to hold it in place. One big breast on the bed sheet and another on top of it. The voluptuous size alone could be called a blessing from heaven, but the fact that you can maintain your elasticity without sagging even while lying comfortably without a bra is like a real miracle.
All men dream of having big breasts and beautiful shapes at the same time, but it is not so easy. The bigger the breasts, the more saggy it is, no matter how well you take care of them, and it gets worse as you get older. However, Junhyung wasn’t very lucky – not necessarily if you look at recent events – but he was blessed with great elasticity, and all the women with big breasts around him were not sagging.
His hand, which stopped and fell off his forearm, hesitates again. I want to go, but I don’t have the courage. No, can I really call this courage? Is it really okay to wrap up trying to touch my mother’s breast with the word courage? Junhyung held his breath and bit his lip. Slowly, calming his pounding heart, slowly stretches out his arms. It lightly touched Hee-joo’s chest over his clothes.
“…”
Doesn’t wake up Not even a reaction. Even if you press lightly with the tip of her index finger, her mother doesn’t know. In an instant, I almost let out a sigh of relief from her. It shouldn’t be. It’s starting now. I’ve reached this far, but I can’t go wrong.
Press once more, a little harder than before. That soft touch rides up his fingers. It’s not the first time I’ve ever touched my breasts, and I’ve played with bigger breasts as I please, so why am I so excited? I’ve already gone crazy, but I think I’ll go crazy even more. Junhyung couldn’t contain his excitement and was waving his other hand at a breakneck speed.
He spreads his palm to make a hook-like shape, and approaches Hee-joo as if covering the entire breast. When the symbol of maternal love hidden in clothes enters your hand, apply very slight force to feel the touch with your entire palm. I want to knead it harder, I want to squeeze it hard enough to distort it and feel the soft texture to the fullest, but I can’t, so it’s frustrating. But it doesn’t have to be that far.
Junhyung had already reached the pinnacle of his excitement and was on the verge of being satisfied. The feel of his chest was certainly pleasant, but more than that, the situation itself was driving him to madness. Touch mother’s breast This was not the innocent touch of an unspoilt child, but a crime committed with lust and a dirty heart. At this moment, Junhyung was harassing and controlling his mother, this woman, according to his will. That fact gave Junhyung a pleasure that was hard to describe.
Strength. Soaring power. This is real power. This is the kind of power that males want. The power to play with a woman as I please, regardless of the other person’s will. Violence to break the will of others with one’s own power. Using it on his mother, Junhyung felt pleasure. Are polluting are committing He stepped into a territory that should have remained unexplored, trampled it, and left his mark.
Not stopping there, Junhyung slowly brought his fingers together. As if tickling his chest, they rode down on his clothes, gathered in the center, and held on to the firm top. You can feel it on your clothes. Her mother’s nipple, which she, as a baby, must have sucked. The touch of it touching his fingertips was so ecstatic that Junhyung was completely engrossed in masturbation.
He was too excited, too careless. He thought he was quiet, making no noise and not being noticed by anyone, but there was no way the masturbating man could properly monitor the situation. The sound of waving hands, the sound of pants fluttering(?). I was so engrossed in shaking my wrists that I didn’t pay attention to my rough breathing. He was cautious until he touched his chest, but as soon as he lost his prudence, Hee-joo was awakened by an inaudible sound in her sleep.
The sound you hear is definitely a man’s breathing, but if you were an old man, you couldn’t touch it so delicately and vaguely. Her answer is one, the son she has not cared for properly. While trying to mend his relationship with his girlfriend, he ended up committing the sin himself, and as an accomplice and bystander, he also contributed to the ruin of his son’s love. Her guilt, her embarrassment about her present situation, and her concern for her son caused her to postpone her sleep.
Hee-joo was not the only one who woke up and sensed the situation in this room. Junhyung still didn’t notice, but there was a pair of eyes watching him from farther away from this room, far behind the slightly open door. Junhyung’s younger brother, who is looking at his mother’s room, who can’t just stick his head out from his own room, is thinking what is he thinking?
